cacian
02-21-2012, 07:34 AM
I thought I heard a noise. It happened in a mere moment, totally unexpected, just when I was immersed with the news of the day.
The paper's front page was filled with headlines that almost soared out of view, as my eyes set out to search for words and meanings, looking to find a way, trying to make sense of it all.
Such was my disbelief, that I was sat plunged in my seat in a world of my own.
I was so gone with my thoughts, that I jumped out of my seat, disturbed by this noise, like a wake up call it seemed to return back to earth.
I stood up and waited. It came back again.
This time it was swift then quirky, like chimes whistling to be noticed.
I brushed it aside, and just like dust it seemed to fly away, and then silence was restored.
The news were pressing and my mind was hurried, looking to pause and searching to reflect. I sat down again in need of a rest.
Then it started again.
It came back then went, then came back again. Just like a stroke of threes, it waved back and forth bringing a resonance from a distance afar.
I was bemused, distracted, and yet vowed to ignore it entirely this time. The paper on my desk appeared to be glowing under the morning light, as if under a heat, in need of a fan, a breeze to make it cool again.
The content of its pages were stood as if in a pile, a heafty site and weight in need of a lift.
And then there was this noise. I simply could not make it out.
It was coming from the garden outside of that I was sure.
I wondered wether autumn was playing hide and seek amongst its nature and fields.
Or maybe it was the branches, the sound of the trees mellowing in the sun and figgeting in the wind.
I paused then thought:''Oh well it may well be the birds,... oh no ....wait !!maybe it was the squirrels''.
There are many about and it is the season for them to crunch on some conquers.
I often go for walks looking to find squirrels, and even say hello as if they were there to see if they would come out and play.
I enjoy their very brief appearance as they ran up and down the trees and disappear out of view in a flick of an eye.
By now I promised myself to quiver no longer over such a fracas.
I reached out for my paper.
Then all of the sudden, my pen dropped on the parquet, the very polished floor that is my pride and joy.
At that very second, the movement of the pen, the cracking of the floor and the raffling noise within the branches, outside I was sure, bounced off the walls as they caught up together, unenchanted, and then melted away into a line of rhyme.
A rippling sound effect, as they plunged out of the hollowed silence and drew up as if by strength, a tuny hint of magic only the mind can seal. Just like a note, a storm out of a calm, blew out a perfect sound between the outside, the pen, the chanting of the branches and the quirking of the floor that stood up to the pen that fell without a care.
It floated in the room and filled it up with purpose and thrilled my anxious self and then it went away.
To my own amusement and as I turned around to see out onto the garden, there it was........ the noise!!!. Amongst the flowers beds the bushes and the trees, appeared an apple and a dog, cruising upon the leaves, in full view of the sun, across the watered grass, playing the chase and catch.
The paper's front page was filled with headlines that almost soared out of view, as my eyes set out to search for words and meanings, looking to find a way, trying to make sense of it all.
Such was my disbelief, that I was sat plunged in my seat in a world of my own.
I was so gone with my thoughts, that I jumped out of my seat, disturbed by this noise, like a wake up call it seemed to return back to earth.
I stood up and waited. It came back again.
This time it was swift then quirky, like chimes whistling to be noticed.
I brushed it aside, and just like dust it seemed to fly away, and then silence was restored.
The news were pressing and my mind was hurried, looking to pause and searching to reflect. I sat down again in need of a rest.
Then it started again.
It came back then went, then came back again. Just like a stroke of threes, it waved back and forth bringing a resonance from a distance afar.
I was bemused, distracted, and yet vowed to ignore it entirely this time. The paper on my desk appeared to be glowing under the morning light, as if under a heat, in need of a fan, a breeze to make it cool again.
The content of its pages were stood as if in a pile, a heafty site and weight in need of a lift.
And then there was this noise. I simply could not make it out.
It was coming from the garden outside of that I was sure.
I wondered wether autumn was playing hide and seek amongst its nature and fields.
Or maybe it was the branches, the sound of the trees mellowing in the sun and figgeting in the wind.
I paused then thought:''Oh well it may well be the birds,... oh no ....wait !!maybe it was the squirrels''.
There are many about and it is the season for them to crunch on some conquers.
I often go for walks looking to find squirrels, and even say hello as if they were there to see if they would come out and play.
I enjoy their very brief appearance as they ran up and down the trees and disappear out of view in a flick of an eye.
By now I promised myself to quiver no longer over such a fracas.
I reached out for my paper.
Then all of the sudden, my pen dropped on the parquet, the very polished floor that is my pride and joy.
At that very second, the movement of the pen, the cracking of the floor and the raffling noise within the branches, outside I was sure, bounced off the walls as they caught up together, unenchanted, and then melted away into a line of rhyme.
A rippling sound effect, as they plunged out of the hollowed silence and drew up as if by strength, a tuny hint of magic only the mind can seal. Just like a note, a storm out of a calm, blew out a perfect sound between the outside, the pen, the chanting of the branches and the quirking of the floor that stood up to the pen that fell without a care.
It floated in the room and filled it up with purpose and thrilled my anxious self and then it went away.
To my own amusement and as I turned around to see out onto the garden, there it was........ the noise!!!. Amongst the flowers beds the bushes and the trees, appeared an apple and a dog, cruising upon the leaves, in full view of the sun, across the watered grass, playing the chase and catch.